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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Faire is my love, but not so faire as fickle,
Milde as a Dove, but neither true nor trustie, Brighter then glasse, and yet as glasse is brittle, Softer then wax, and yet as Iron rusty; A lilly pale, with damaske die to grace her, None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. Her lips to mine how often hath she joyned, Betweene each kisse her oathes of true love swearing: How many tales to please me hath she coyned, Dreading my love the losse thereof still fearing. Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, Her faith, her oathes, her teares, and all were jeastings. She burnt with love, as straw with fire flameth, She burnt out love, as soone as straw out burneth; She fram'd the love, and yet she foyld the framing, She bad love last, and yet she fell a turning. Was this a lover, or a Letcher whether? Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |
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